So, last weekend...
Went to a Meetup on Friday
E-Sensuality Circle and Conscious Lovers Play Party
and explored at least some of the senses. Came to realize that taste is the Pluto of the senses- not really sure if it exists. Because a lot of what we do when we taste something is actually explore it's texture with our tongue. And that's touch. Or we pick up on the much more powerful sense of smell (biochemically distinct mechanisms there), and that overrides any taste. Ever had a cold: "I can't taste anything."
(This is even more interesting given my daughter's insights into spicy foods. She realized she tastes hot on the back of her throat- not very pleasant, and she's not big on spicy food. Her boyfriend loves same, tastes it on the front of his tongue. I like a little, taste in on the back of the roof of my mouth. AND, I just got Miracle Berries,which change everything you taste to sweet. How the fuck does that fit in?)
So, the play party...well, what goes on at a play party stays at a play party, so can't say much. I observed and calibrated my reactions. Had some nice insights driving back home...thought maybe I was not going to be driving back, but crashing with someone, but that didn't work out. Too bad.
Because I didn't stay over in Asheville, though, I fulfilled my responsibility and attended my first real play rehearsal on Saturday morning. What a blast! What fantastic people! What awesome energy!
Crashed a little, then hung out at Zoe's late afternoon to evening, meeting new and old people: an App student studying "Appropriate Technology" (according to whom? I asked), a group of DanceOut ladies (signed up for a free class), chatted with Clint and Alicia outside Freeman's, petted Scrunch, Somebody's (?) black dog (Ashleigh was watching him, never appreciated before how cute she is), who chewed on a bone that dropped from Heaven, got cold in my fab bell bottom Aztec Psycho pants and tank top, talked bestiality with whoever was in front of Z's, asked Amber out and got rejected, asked Allise (former student, and her Mom!) out and was accepted (!), broke it off after 4 seconds or so [measurement in microseconds for accuracy] (all that in order to go home, get depressed over break up, and thus only feel like sitting home and playing video games- only way I could figure out to play video games, cause I wanted to play Rimworld that my son sent me, thought of going to Carnival of Madness in Greenville, went home instead, wanked, crashed, woke up at 5 and played Rimworld (but NJ ofc sleeping, so had to figure out what I could), then asked E if she wanted to go to THE Loft's St. Pat's party, she said yes, went there, E looked totally hot, watched Catwoman cane her friend, got Catwoman to cane me, Catwoman caned E [Hard!],went back to E's, watched Alice in Wonderland lying on E's bed with little E, wondered why E, who stepped out for a few minutes to check on her Dad, never came back, decided to try out that lube I got for Friday to make sure I wasn't allergic or something, fell asleep with massive boner in hand on E's bed, E finally comes back when boner is gone, desire is gone, will I ever have sex again, lol, lol,lol, col, col, col...
And...with all that, the most meaningful part of the weekend? I got to sit on that special someone's porch for 5 minutes, and remember, and dream, and wish, and cry...
[Putting this FB gem here for storage: My wedding photos will consist of images taken with a "pill cam" passing through my digestive track at the time of the ceremony. Oh, and also, invitations are being sent out by placing them in sealed bottles and throwing them in random bodies of water. So, fair warning if you don't get one...]
Went to a Meetup on Friday
E-Sensuality Circle and Conscious Lovers Play Party
and explored at least some of the senses. Came to realize that taste is the Pluto of the senses- not really sure if it exists. Because a lot of what we do when we taste something is actually explore it's texture with our tongue. And that's touch. Or we pick up on the much more powerful sense of smell (biochemically distinct mechanisms there), and that overrides any taste. Ever had a cold: "I can't taste anything."
(This is even more interesting given my daughter's insights into spicy foods. She realized she tastes hot on the back of her throat- not very pleasant, and she's not big on spicy food. Her boyfriend loves same, tastes it on the front of his tongue. I like a little, taste in on the back of the roof of my mouth. AND, I just got Miracle Berries,which change everything you taste to sweet. How the fuck does that fit in?)
So, the play party...well, what goes on at a play party stays at a play party, so can't say much. I observed and calibrated my reactions. Had some nice insights driving back home...thought maybe I was not going to be driving back, but crashing with someone, but that didn't work out. Too bad.
Because I didn't stay over in Asheville, though, I fulfilled my responsibility and attended my first real play rehearsal on Saturday morning. What a blast! What fantastic people! What awesome energy!
Crashed a little, then hung out at Zoe's late afternoon to evening, meeting new and old people: an App student studying "Appropriate Technology" (according to whom? I asked), a group of DanceOut ladies (signed up for a free class), chatted with Clint and Alicia outside Freeman's, petted Scrunch, Somebody's (?) black dog (Ashleigh was watching him, never appreciated before how cute she is), who chewed on a bone that dropped from Heaven, got cold in my fab bell bottom Aztec Psycho pants and tank top, talked bestiality with whoever was in front of Z's, asked Amber out and got rejected, asked Allise (former student, and her Mom!) out and was accepted (!), broke it off after 4 seconds or so [measurement in microseconds for accuracy] (all that in order to go home, get depressed over break up, and thus only feel like sitting home and playing video games- only way I could figure out to play video games, cause I wanted to play Rimworld that my son sent me, thought of going to Carnival of Madness in Greenville, went home instead, wanked, crashed, woke up at 5 and played Rimworld (but NJ ofc sleeping, so had to figure out what I could), then asked E if she wanted to go to THE Loft's St. Pat's party, she said yes, went there, E looked totally hot, watched Catwoman cane her friend, got Catwoman to cane me, Catwoman caned E [Hard!],went back to E's, watched Alice in Wonderland lying on E's bed with little E, wondered why E, who stepped out for a few minutes to check on her Dad, never came back, decided to try out that lube I got for Friday to make sure I wasn't allergic or something, fell asleep with massive boner in hand on E's bed, E finally comes back when boner is gone, desire is gone, will I ever have sex again, lol, lol,lol, col, col, col...
And...with all that, the most meaningful part of the weekend? I got to sit on that special someone's porch for 5 minutes, and remember, and dream, and wish, and cry...
[Putting this FB gem here for storage: My wedding photos will consist of images taken with a "pill cam" passing through my digestive track at the time of the ceremony. Oh, and also, invitations are being sent out by placing them in sealed bottles and throwing them in random bodies of water. So, fair warning if you don't get one...]